Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.